Naked & exposed, a little bit of fat &
a little bit of quiver,
A dimple here, a little mole there & that
tiny little shiver,
A stroke, a caress, a sweet word, maybe if lucky,
even two,
Cold turns to hot with verve, breast turn to
pink from blue.
The few sloppy kisses & a soft blowing within
receptive ear,
With fleshy engines full throttle, hot passions
banished fear,
The blue veins traced by fingers, knees &
belly gently kissed,
You may not be Adonis, but if you left, you´d
be sorely missed.
Caressing years away, together with all expending
urgent urge,
Hot steamy memories of passions & sighs
that no longer surge,
But in whispered words of touching, softly &
tender fingered,
Love in corners hovers deep & in passing
yearning still lingers.
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